Toot toot tootsie goodbye

 

     What is with people and the need to lean on their car horns?  No one gets out of their car and politely knocks on a person’s door these days.  No, they have to sit out in their cars and honk the horn until whoever it is they are looking for comes outside. 

     Then there are the idiots who honk their car horns to make noise and irritate people for no reason other than the idiots are obnoxious. 

     On our street, we have three people who work nights (and no I’m not including me in that), there’s another person, an invalid, who is stuck in a bed all the time.  Then we have my next-door neighbor who I know works two jobs and sleeps only a few hours at a time.  Do the horn honkers consider that they might wake someone up?  Nope.

     Whatever happened to consideration for others?  Long gone I’m sorry to say, tossed away with that other all-important thing, called common sense.  It’s no wonder people’s tempers are shorter fused these days. 

     Is it because personal interaction is outdated?  Has the electronic age brought us to this?  What do you think?

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Posted on April 14, 2010, in Misc, My blog, Writer, Writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. I hear you on that luckily where I live it’s mostly busisnes I’m one if i want to get someone at the door I knock.

    That’s because your momma and daddy raised you right, Sweetie.

  2. I totally agree. I have been woken up early am or late at night when the horn tooters go at it. It speaks of impatience as well as inconsideration of others. I don’t toot my horn. If someone I’m picking up isn’t out on the agreed upon time, I will go to the door, too. On the other side of the coin, if someone is picking me up at a specific time, I’m out the door waiting before they ever show up, unless it’s a guy, then he can come to MY door. If he doesn’t or sits there and toots for me to come out, it’s the last time he’ll see me, lol.

    We were raised with manners. It’s a darned shame it’s a forgotten art.

  3. Sooooo true.

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